death-laden

With mixed horror and impatience I strove to disengage myself, and fell on the sufferer; he wound his naked festering arms round me, his face was close to mine, and his breath, death-laden, entered my vitals.

The Last Man 2003

The Kid's body was now stretched forth from his hiding place in full sight, his gaze directed below, and amidst a shower of bullets his revolver again belched forth a stream of death-laden fire, and another Apache receives a dead-head ticket to the Happy Hunting Grounds.

The Authentic Life of Billy The Kid Garrett, Pat F 1954

No traitorous comfits ever passed that guard; no death-laden bark sailed by that sleepless quarantine.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 14, No. 85, November, 1864 Various

When the regiments were forced to retire from the death-laden region of Lombard's

South Africa and the Transvaal War, Vol. 2 (of 6) From the Commencement of the War to the Battle of Colenso, 15th Dec. 1899 Louis Creswicke

Then it reared and plunged, striking wildly with fore feet upon the death-laden air.

Trail's End George W. Ogden

It was an appaling time, in whose death-laden atmosphere political action was impossible.

Speeches from the Dock, Part I Various

In speechless amazement they stared at Sakr-el-Bahr, as he stood there, white-faced, his eyes aflash, his bow drawn taut and ready to launch that death-laden quarrel as he threatened.

The Sea-Hawk Rafael Sabatini 1912

He had waited fifty days, and then, finding that the two brigantines left to him were not large enough to contain his whole party, by mutual agreement of the survivors clung to the death-laden spot until a sufficient number had been killed or had died to enable them to get away in the two ships.

South American Fights and Fighters And Other Tales of Adventure Cyrus Townsend Brady 1890

There was no more stop to him than to a man with a hand-organ, and to this day the low, sad notes of a flute are the swiftest reminder to me of those sorrowful, death-laden days.

Andersonville — Volume 2 John McElroy 1887

There was no more stop to him than to a man with a hand-organ, and to this day the low, sad notes of a flute are the swiftest reminder to me of those sorrowful, death-laden days.

Andersonville John McElroy 1887